Having rested for the night, the woman awoke the next day and immediately sat up, quickly checking her surroundings. Satisfied that nothing had been added or taken away, she looked over to where Zheng Yichen was. Sitting on his motorcycle, Zheng Yichen was staring at the mobile phone in his hand.
Uh, what kind of antique phone is that?
This was the black-haired woman's first impression upon seeing the mobile phone in Zheng Yichen's hand. She stood up to inspect Zheng Yichen's motorcycle more closely. She had not paid much attention while fleeing the day before, but now, upon closer scrutiny, she discovered that Zheng Yichen's motorcycle also seemed to be an antique?
To say so might seem a bit rude, but in terms of style, it just didn't fit with the times. The computer mounted on it was somewhat outdated too, roughly akin to the style from thirty years ago.
The operating system was one she had never seen before, "May I try out your bike?"
